In the storm, Bertade stood silently. He calmly waited for a long time as the heavy rain soaked both of their clothes. It wasn't until nightfall that the Head Warrior, looking at the Samurai's resolute expression, finally opened his mouth with reluctance.
"Fine!"
As darkness fell, a bonfire was lit inside the Commander's wooden hut. By the flickering firelight, Xiulote crossed his legs and sat opposite his father, engaging in an earnest conversation.
"Father, have your injuries healed?"
Xiuxoke smiled and nodded, patting his chest.
"They've been healed for a while now. I am ready to charge into battle and fight for half a day at any moment. Over the past six months, hearing that you encountered danger in the Capital City several times, I often thought of going there to find you. But your grandfather wouldn't allow it. He wanted me to take control of the Brigade and make any necessary preparations..."